#hydrasblood

[escalaregalia]

@hydrasblood

“It’s honestly not as bad as it looks...”

[noirwomaninred]

The woman in red had read about the funeral. It had been small, quiet, event with an empty coffin put to rest with no one to bury in it. Deborah Harper was never found from the rubble of Tall Oaks cathedral and it’s catacombs that were destroyed by the sterilise crew which Simmons had sent to wipe out any evidence of his crimes.. But in the end he was brought to justice regardless. At least the act of burying a coffin brought some closure for the Harper family and gave them a marked place to visit when remembering their lost family member.

Now, few months later, Ada had come to the remote graveyard that resided on top of a grass hill to pay her respects. It seemed only appropriate since she was involved in putting Deborah to final rest all those months ago.

Approaching the grave the spy realized she wasn’t alone at the otherwise empty graveyard. Someone was standing in front of the Deborah’s grave, a brunette, who seemed fairly familiar. Ada would recoginze the young woman to be Helena Harper who had come here to visit the sister she had lost.

The woman would move closer until stopping a few feet away from her as she now stood behind her. “Ms. Harper.” She spoke her name calmly making sure not to startle the other as she gained her attention. “I’m sorry for your loss.” Ada consoled while holding a bouquet in her arms.

@hydrasblood

[hisbiggestfear-blog]

@hydrasblood​ liked for a starter ;

　　　　　　 BEN’S eyes lingered from the barrel of the gun to the intense eyes of the woman who wielded the weapon. Hands had instinctively snapped to his ears in surrender, knees shaking apprehensively. Steadying himself, the teenager tried to clear out his throat to avoid the scratch he knew was there. The sun was setting behind him, casting a long shadow, and he was intensely aware of the encroaching darkness of night. Which he did NOT want to be caught out in, if he could help it. “L-Look, I-...! I’m just looking for a place to stay tonight! I don’t want any trouble, okay? There’s no one with me, and I don’t have anything worth taking.” Pocket knife in his jeans, but it was pretty dull by now. They’d been using it to help spark fires. “...Besides-” He tried to think a bit reasonably, because he didn’t-...know this woman, she was probably as afraid as he was. “It’s gonna be dark out soon. Th-...they come out more, then.”

[axgodxreborn]

Cont. From here. @hydrasblood

“My oh my, a G U N? For M E?”

The blond shook his head, as he took a step forwards and towards the younger woman. He was visibly unarmed, but he was to behave as if he had a huge disadvantage on her. One could argue that the dark shades have hidden from the woman his greatest weapon.

“What a uses piece of scrap metal. It look like you indeed not know me. Not to worry, fair lady, I am not here to hurt you.”

[survivalspecialist]

Nothing Changes

@hydrasblood continued from here: xx

“The mission hasn’t changed, we still need to get Dr. Grinter’s information. We’ll just have to hope that we can get into one of the workstations or that Hunnigan can do it remotely and we can lift the information that way.”

Because they weren’t getting it out of the scientist slumped against the wall of the hallway in a pool of his own blood with bullet in the head and one in the heart. Professional work for sure.

The days of written notes or printed reports was pretty much gone unfortunately. Though with how notoriously bad scientists’ handwriting tended to be, it was probably for the best.

At least it wouldn’t be a damned escort mission any longer. While it may have been easier to get it out of a person with self-preservation instincts, Leon wasn’t a big fan of escorting corrupt scientists anywhere and computers tended not to mouth off.

“Come on. Let’s hope whoever was here before us didn’t wipe the local databases.”

[theredfieldway]

@hydrasblood

“Helena?!” Claire asked, surprised to see the Secret Service agent. “It’s been a while. I trust you’re keeping Leon in line?” She asked with a wink and smile.

[sanguinibus-a]

"Hey, you wanna take a seat? I'll get it for you." ( any muse. )

Chris looks up from the seat he’s taken on the floor, “I feel safer on the floor.” He states raising his glass slightly to her, “To another year of kicking zombie ass and losing more friends. Fuck Umbrella and Tricell and anyone else who wants to use B.O.W’s.”

[g-viirus]

"I heard from Leon a couple months ago - he didn't sound like he was doing to well with his vacation."

 “Well, if there’s anyone who’s going to have his supervisor hounding him while he’s away, it’ll be Leon, I guess.”

The agent wore a half-hearted smile, one of sympathy. She understood too well how rare time off could be, especially in this line of work. If any one of them deserved an interruption-free vacation, it was Leon.

Sherry glanced curiously at the USSS agent. She had a feeling that Helena would understand that notion as well. Working with the Secret Service, however uneventful it looked from the outside, must be a job that left little time to relax. Same problem, different reasons behind it, she supposed.

 "Makes sense that he wouldn’t enjoy being interrupted like that. I know I’m not a huge fan of it, when it happens.”